Thirsty
parched
and sweating profusely
waiting for the rain
Ninety-two degrees and climbing
staring at a pool
unable to swim
The dam is strong,
built to last
but the river is older,
wiser and will find a
new path
The tide washes in,
overflowing banks
filling up dreams
and coloring in
new lines
The sun's rays peak
through clouds, thick and gray
the drops begin to fall
A warm rain
settles into the cracks
Parched earth
drink
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